Okay, so initially I wanted to jump on this in the beginning of the school year, but life got in the way as it tends to do. Now that it’s a snow day, it gives me a little more time to putting words to this idea. And if I can’t do it at the beginning of the school year, then why not do it at the beginning of the calendar year?!?! #excuses #procrastination
I grew up in a place called Columbia, Maryland. Like other kids, I imagined that I’d grow up to be a football player (height/weight/athleticism/talent were the only things standing in my way). Later, after talking with my friend in fifth grade whose dog had died, I thought that maybe I wanted to be a therapist. I found out that it meant even more school after college, so I decided against it. Then I started pretending I was funny, and people started laughing. So I, naturally, was certain that I was going to be on Saturday Night Live and be a world-famous comedian. I applied to one school, an acting school you’ve never heard of, in New York. I got in, and I entered the comedy scene. Turns out that wasn’t for me even though I would’ve bet my life on it back when I was a senior in high school. I thought that I had it figured out, and I was wrong.